The Underestimation of our Faces.
The farmers market is one neat square block filled with bustling activity. Families, mothers, grandparents, uncles and screams of young children fill the musky city air on a typical Saturday morning. Mongers border the sides of the market place, occupying their sections with the fresh scents of herbs and vegetables and canteens showcasing spices. Cuts of meat are displayed and the sounds of tearing butcher paper pierce the air enough for few to inquisitively glance.
The sights of any typical market place are checkered with the expressions of the people. Glances at the faces of the patrons convey vivid emotion. Child siblings gleefully play, cry and scheme with each other. Parents battle exhaustion while maintaining energy to get through the market’s various sub-sections. Curious onlookers inspecting produce and meat engage in conversation with each seller. The communication through the eyes and facial muscles can determine a seller’s earnings for the day. Friendly exchanges discuss where products originated, when they were harvested and how long they will last. Often the sellers are the harvesters themselves. Bartering soon entails.
These nuances add life and vibrancy to the traditional farmers market, a customary practice of human beings since time immemorial. Indeed, trips to the market are more than gathering the necessities for another week. These trips…
